I slammed the door to my car shut and turned, only to be pushed against it again. My sister Bella had hurled herself at me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, her head ducked down to press into my neck, since she was significantly taller than I was. "Nice to see you too, Bella," I mutter into her shoulder. I spent the past few days driving from Florida to Forks, the love of my car (even though this was going to be her last ride) and hatred of planes getting the best of me. Bella's wedding was going to be in the next month or so, and Dad wasn't going to cope well with an empty nest, considering he lived alone. Mom Had Phil, at least, so I packed up and came here.

"I just missed you," she said into my hair before pulling me back. We turned to see Edward coming out of the house, his arms outstretched in a hug-sort-of gesture, taking a few long strides before he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, rocking us back and forth before pulling me back, holding me an arm's length away, "Have you grown?"

"Of course I haven't, smart-ass," I snarked, punching him lightly in the stomach as he laughed, pulling his arm around Bella and drawing her into his side while I went to hug my Dad.

"I'm glad you're here, kiddo," Dad grunted before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I am too, Dad. I am too."

"Alright, pop the trunk, hoarder," Bella told me, grinning as I glared at her. I pressed the button on my key fob, letting it pop open.

We carried a few boxes into the house at a time and up to the spare bedroom. It had been painted a pale gray, a queen sized bed in the middle of the far wall. There were collage picture frames and standalone ones scattered on my walls, pictures of myself, family and friends littered them.

"Alice, my sister, did some decorating. She knows about your quirks so she kept it neutral do you could add what you liked." My quirks, as Edward would put it, was my love of junk. I scoured thrift shops for fun, and often find old, weird things to add to my ridiculous room decor. I grinned at him, placing my boxes down on the faux white fur throw rug at the bottom of the sleigh bed, it's white wrought-iron twisting into swirly designs, almost vine like.

Before my bed was a white chest of drawers, above that, an embarrassingly large television mounted to the wall. There was a similar looking desk next to it, with bookshelves mounted onto the wall, and there were two vintage looking nightstands to match the chest. There was a plain lamp on one, leaving the other bare, and next to the nightstand to the right, were two mirror sliding doors that led to my closet. Next to those doors, were more shelves that were mounted to the wall. The only colored thing in the room was against the wall opposite my closet, smashed against the large bay window was a fancy looking royal purple Victorian love seat.

"Tell Alice she did a great job."

We finished moving everything in rather quickly, seeing it was the four of us working together. Bella and Edward sat on my love seat then and watched me buzz around while I unpacked. Edward sat normally while Bella's back pressed against his side, his arm around her shoulders and her legs draped effortlessly over the arm. I always found it difficult to compete with Bella when it came to guys.

I unpacked the clothing boxes, dumping them all on my bed to sort through. "Make yourself useful," I ordered the couple on the loveseat, "fold and put away these t-shirts."

This when on for two hours until there was a knock downstairs. "Billy, probably," Bella told me, a sullen look on her face as Edward placed a comforting hand on her shoulders, kneading it gently with his place fingers.

"Am I missing something?"

"Jacob, Billy's son is Bella's best friend. He's having a difficult time…accepting the wedding. He just up and disappeared. Went on a backpacking trip."

"He doesn't approve, you mean?" Edward shook his head.

"Doesn't really sound like a great friend to me, Bells. You two are obviously happy, if he's going to be a dick, then fuck him," I advised, turning to hang a handful of clothing.

"Anja, come down here and show this old man how much prettier you've gotten!" Charlie called up the steps to me. I excused myself, hopping down the steps to find Billy Black, wheelchair and all, chilling in my kitchen.

"Well look at how mature you've gotten!" The Native man yelled at me. I smiled at him, brushing hair behind my ear when he yelled, "Come here! Come give me a hug! I haven't seen you in forever." I obliged, going over to hug the old man as he turned a bit in his chair, "Sue, Sue come see her! Anja, this is a friend of ours, Sue Clearwater. She has a son and daughter your age."

"No, yeah, I remember. Seth and Leah, right?"

"That's right," Sue nodded, turning from the stove to smile at me. "You look so grown up."

"Sue go get her present out of the car for me." Billy instructed as Dad got cans of beer for him and Billy, steering the old man to the table.

"You didn't need to get me anything."

"I didn't. I made it."

"But still."

"Let an old man have his fun, Anja," Billy told me when Sue came in, carrying a box wrapped in the Sunday comics. I was caught grinning at it when I was chastised, "Don't just look at it, open it." I did as he said, peeling the paper back and opening the box to reveal a thick handmade quilt made out of scraps of purple, teal and black fabric. Some of them were designed, others plain.

"Billy…this is amazing."

"Sue helped. I can take all the credit. I needed something to keep me busy and Charlie told me your favorite colors. I thought this would be a great thing for you to curl up and read under." I grinned and hugged him tightly. Later that night, after everyone had left, I continued to unpack and found it to be easier than I had initially expected. I had plenty of room for my clothing, and a sufficient amount of entertainment. I was set.

After a few more hours of this, bringing me to the early hours of the morning, I decided to go take a shower before I went to sleep. I ducked in and turned the water on. As I was waiting for it to warm up, I brushed my teeth and combed my hair to avoid any tangles. It gave me the perfect opportunity to evaluate my crippling appearance.

I was sweated, my thick black hair had been thrown into a haphazard bun on top of my head, creating weird creases in my usually curly (albeit frizzy) hair. I had blue and purple bags from jetlag under my green eyes, which only made them look more prominent, and my cheeks were red. That was another big difference between Bella and I. I had a soft but angular face. I didn't have cheekbones popping out everywhere, but there was definitely more meat to my face. I had a tiny nose that everyone made fun of and I stood a threatening 5'2". I had curves that I'd been terrified of all my life, but learned to love after an hourglass figure became one of the most sought after things.

I figured the water was warm enough, so I grabbed my towels and threw them next to the shower, stripped and jumped in. The warm water instantly relaxed my muscles and helped lull my body towards the sleep I was desperate for. I washed my hair and body and quickly shaved before getting out, drying off, and heading to my room.

I grabbed a pair of sweatpants, a sports bra, and a worn Forks High t-shirt Charlie gave to me after he shrunk it in the wash. I was going running tomorrow like I do every morning, and found it easier to get up and go instead of dressing.

I threw myself into bed, curled up under my new quilt and let the sound or outside wafting in my open window finally help me succumb to sleep.

Hey, guys! Sorry the last time posted this chapter it was a little fucked up, so I fixed it.

Thanks to everyone who has stuck with me. I appreciate it!

As usual, I don't own Twilight (although I wish I did).

I upload every Saturday as it helps me maintain a nice schedule.

The next chapter might have everyone's favorite dog. (;